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Anxious Pains

The moon is waning
as my brain tries
to pierce together
the whys and hows
of my life.
.
A little storm
has been brewing
inside my cranium
for a while now.
It floats
hither and thither,
trying to find
a place to strike.
.
Imaginary swords
are poking around inside,
drawing a bloody red aura.
Quivering and fidgeting
is the beginning
of the response.
With the head in such chaos,
how can the body
hold out?
.
Out of the storm cloud,
LIGHTNING!
It strikes my skin,
making dry spots.
It strikes my muscles,
I start to twitch and ache.
It strikes my eyes
and they bounce.
It strikes my hair,
it loses luster and falls.
Not even my stomach
is left at peace,
inside a hurricane rages
in constant nausea.
.
I’m feeling sick,
there is no moon
in my sky,
everything is obscured.
I can’t think,
I can’t function,
and the wheres and whys
have become too big to question,
they have crushed me.